A V-day Tale

I feel like writing, but have not much to say.  Or maybe it that it is all jumbled up in my head.  Once, I blogged to clear my head.  Maybe it’s the quick one liners and photos in this social media age that has stolen my writing brain.

Today is Valentine’s Day.  A day of love.  I’ve been inundated with photos of others flowers and candies or woe is me status on Facebook.  And really, I don’t want to see a huge bouquet of flowers on your office desk, I’d much rather see your face or a petal or something creative.  I love photos, but somethings really don’t need to be posted to the internet.  I’m sure people think that about me.  I’m a photo-post-whore, but I do it with love.  Love of my family who doesn’t get to see my kids often.  I suppose I could email photos, but honestly I think it’s easier for them to go to Facebook than to have to figure out how to download photos.

Our Vday was interesting.  Zach woke early like always and as he was getting ready to leave the little one started stirring.  He offered to change her diaper and bring her to me.  [This is love.]  Later, I found a belated Christmas present, turned into a Vday gift on the table along with a card from Zach.  Isaac hugged and cuddled with me a long time before school.  And then when I returned home and began working I got the call…Zach had locked his keys in the car (again) and it had to be on a day when he was supposed to pick Isaac up from school.

I left to take him his keys so I’d arrive when he needed to leave to get Isaac.  I had put the keys in Lynzie’s lab as I was walking out the door.  Zach couldn’t find them when I got to his work.  My 20 minute trip just became much, much longer, because now we all had to go to pick up Isaac, back home to get the key and then back to Zach’s work.

An hour and twenty minutes later we arrived home from getting Isaac and there was the key in the middle of the garage floor.  I fed Lynzie and did a bit of work as the boys read through Isaac’s Valentine’s from school.  Then we packed up to get lunch and take Zach back to work with the key.  As I dropped Zach off, I teased him that this was just his way of spending Valentine’s Day with me.

Unfortunately, when we arrived home, we realized the dogs had not be locked downstairs as we normally do and they’d eaten all of Isaac’s Valentine’s and eaten all my used breastpads that were in the trash.  Isaac cried himself to sleep.  And when he woke up and saw the mess again, he was sad, but okay until he saw they’d ripped apart the bag he’d made, “But I thought it I made a pretty bag,” and the tears came in full.  Shortly, he got it together and picked up the mess and decided it was okay because he could make a new one next year.  Lynzie on the other hand, was having a rough afternoon and only wanted to cry.  Nothing I could do would soothe her.

At least my dad texted in the middle of the day and asked if he could bring over some homemade chicken noodle soup for dinner.  It was snowing and he always makes chicken noodle soup when it snows.  And I didn’t have to figure something out with two emotional kids.

In honor of Valentine’s Day, I encourage you to read My Love Story if you haven’t in the past and Zach has recently published a partial version (my Christmas present) that can be found here.

I’ll leave you with a story Isaac and I wrote…he loves to tell stories, so I’m trying to encourage the writing and telling by helping him put the spoken words in writing…enjoy:

Once upon a time there was an alligator and he decided to go in the ocean one day.  So he went in the ocean and he saw a shark.  And the shark was nice.  He saw a swimming bear and two mice in the water and two elephants.  There was a chipmunk in the water.  They decided to have party.  A kangroo came to the party and the danced and swam all night.  They didn’t sleep.


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